SEXY & I KNOW IT
She sexy and she know It
She sexy and she know It
She sexy and she know It
She sexy and— (MOVE LOOK)
So why the fuck you drop my O? (Grrah)
Like ya mans ain't die by that pole (grrah-grrah)
I up it and shoot, you know I'ma throw
Now I'm duckin' the D's cause I gotta get low
I ain't passin' this blunt, y'all know what I smoke (grrah)
Too official, y'all know what I'm on
And they label, they callin' my phone
Let's talk about how that boy ain't make it home
You can die for the shit that you say in yo song
You keep tryna move look but y'all doin' it wrong (grrah)
That's a thot and she playin' my song
That's a thot and she gettin' me long
Oh she a thot, tell her take off her thong (grrah)
Oh that's a opp, he get beat wit' the gun (grrah)
Smokin' all deads
So why the fuck you drop my O? (Grrah)
Like ya mans ain't die by that pole (grrah-grrah)
I up it and shoot, you know I'ma throw
Now I'm duckin' thе D's cause I gotta get low
I ain't passin' this blunt, y'all know what I smoke
I'm too official, y'all know what I'm on
And thеy label, they callin' my phone
Let's talk about how that boy ain't make it home
She sexy and she know It
She sexy and she know It
She sexy and— (MOVE LOOK)
So why the fuck you drop my O? (Grrah)
Like ya mans ain't die by that pole (grrah-grrah)
I up it and shoot, you know I'ma throw
Now I'm duckin' the D's cause I gotta get low
I ain't passin' this blunt, y'all know what I smoke (grrah)
Too official, y'all know what I'm on
And they label, they callin' my phone
Let's talk about how that boy ain't make it home
You can die for the shit that you say in yo song
You keep tryna move look but y'all doin' it wrong (grrah)
That's a thot and she playin' my song
That's a thot and she gettin' me long
Oh she a thot, tell her take off her thong (grrah)
Oh that's a opp, he get beat wit' the gun (grrah)
Smokin' all deads
So why the fuck you drop my O? (Grrah)
Like ya mans ain't die by that pole (grrah-grrah)
I up it and shoot, you know I'ma throw
Now I'm duckin' thе D's cause I gotta get low
I ain't passin' this blunt, y'all know what I smoke
I'm too official, y'all know what I'm on
And thеy label, they callin' my phone
Let's talk about how that boy ain't make it home
Credits
Writer(s): Rockeem Mcmillian, Sugarhill Keem, Rockeem Mcmillan
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